The trees are falling and the trees are falling by the border in autumn. I beg the virtuous master to harvest them by himself. There are bold words and swords that sweep across the nine states. Wanli plans the affairs of the world, and the three Qin lands share safety and worry.
Before being hanged, I kept a watch, and Bai Ling was worried for nine feet. The ruler and his ministers are at the crossroads. An old man but a young man wishes for nothing in his whole life.
Ten years later, Wu Yao still remembered that he asked the little boy who claimed to be the fifteenth son of the former emperor——
"Hui'er, if one day you really regain Daduan, return to the old capital, and dominate the world - what will happen then?"
The dirty little kid gnawed at the dry food he had saved that had become moldy.
"I want everyone in the world to..."
"Everyone eat white steamed buns."
Ten years, one step at a time. Finally, the monarch and his ministers, who had been accompanying each other all the way, also reached a fork in the road.
Conception: